got some head at work yesterday.

does that make me a bad person?  hellz nah.  i love getting paid for getting my dick sucked.  i mean, if i could get my dick sucked for a living, i’d probably do it.

this little girl i work with, and have fooled around with before had some stuff on her task list that she didn’t really feel like doing.  so she told me if i’d do it for her she’d blow me in one of the store rooms.  so i obliged her.

and it was good.  double good, in fact.

i’ve been so horny lately that it was a welcome release.  i just wish she’s learn to take it in the mouth.  because that is one of the most awesome sensations a man can have.  blowing a nice big load and her taking it all.  just feels so good.

but she’s a not in my mouth kinda girl.  which is sad.  cause she’s a little hefty and i think that one simple little trick would most def help out her prospects.  some women just don’t get it.

i suppose that’s kind of a douche baggy thing to do.  let a girl i’m not interested in blow me at the work place but sorry, i am the great broken pecker.  and if some girl wants to pleasure me orally, by god i’m gonna let her.

i think she’s been putting in some time practicing or at least watching some informational videos online or something because it was better than last time.  or maybe i was just way more horny.  whatever, it was super cool.  except for not taking it in the mouth and all.

after she got the first one done and soaked it all up with paper towels, she went back on it and i said, yeah, i like that.  you almost made it go again.  so she went at it with some purpose.  this time i didn’t give her any warning.  that was awesome.  she said, i hate you.  because we were both at work and she couldn’t just let it fly all over.

hee hee hee.

no fat girls.

No fat girls.

 

I think this might be the first time ever a woman has asked me back to her hotel room and I just had to say no.  well, it might have been the first time ever a woman has asked me back to her hotel in the first place, but I would have thought if that ever occurred I would say yes.

 

Not the case.

 

And when she asks why, I really wanted to say, “Because you weigh more than me.”  But that would have been very impolite.

 

She had one friend with her that I might have fucked.  No, totally would have.  Not that she was anything near waifish, but I would have thrown it to her.  I was talking with the do-able girl, I said, “how long do you think before she passes out?” 

 

Do-able girl says, “probably not long, but me on the other hand, I’m a long way off.”

 

So very tempting.  But that’s a lot I gotta wade through just to get to a girl that’s marginally fuckable at best.

 

I’m not a proud man, I’ve been with some plus size women in my day.  But this is a big bitch I’m talking about.

 

And she was all over me.  Come back with us tonight, we’ll make it worth your while, big girl says.  And I’m just like, nah.  Can’t help ya.  And I’m trying to be nice because I really don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.  But damn girl, you huge.

 

I said I was trying to get with this woman sitting beside me.  She was a friend and I knew I could play it off like that.  But this girl had to know I was bullshitting her because I’m just not about to try and lay with a woman that out weighs me.  Just not gonna happen.

 

Oh, I’m no lightweight either.  I’m topping the scales at 210.  So when I say this was a big bitch, this was a big bitch.  A lot of woman my friend says to me.

 

I’m almost positive I could have worked at least a three way with biggen and her halfway do-able friend.  But even then, no.

 

I suppose I could have worked a blow job from Orca and fucked the other girl.  But this girl was so big that wasn’t even worth the risk.

 

I had to have my skinny friend walk me to my car because I was afraid the big girl would see me leaving by myself and follow me.

the importance of a plan.

The importance of a plan.

 

Met up with this already drunk chick says she wants to ride down about a half an hour into the city and go out.  Immediately I thought, yeah, get her to drive then she can drink all she wants and I’ll sober up and drive her backs.

 

And see if I can finagle a little road head out of the deal.

 

And that’s pretty much exactly like it went down.  Crazy bitch did try to wreck us once.  I’m merging onto a major interstate and she hopes over in my lap like she’s gonna hump right there cruising down the interstate like in the Getaway with Charlie Sheen and super hot original Buffy.

 

Her foot goes on the brake as mine goes on the gas.  Right as I’m merging onto a major interstate.  It coulda got ugly but it was like three in the morning and there’s no traffic.  We woulda got pulled over fo’ sho’ if there’d a been a copper around.

 

But as it turns out.  We just argued a bit.  And it’s really stupid to argue with a drunk who has already head her mouth on your cock but then she got made because I made her not wreck us.

 

Really.  Does there always have to be some kind of drama?  Just suck it and get it over with.  You know you’re doing it.  I know you’re doing it.  Just fucking do it. And let’s not make a big deal.  Geez.

 

I should probably feel bad for just dropping her at her car and going home.  Nah.  She made it to the waffle house so I’m sure she’s fine.